The years covered by this fourth and final volume of Samuel Beckett’s letters were creatively productive ones for him, even if his best-known works – plays such as Waiting for Godot, Endgame and Krapp’s Last Tape or the novels Molloy, Malone Dies and The Unnamable – were behind him. In the mid-1970s Beckett disavowed any further theatre work, complaining that it left him unable to think of anything else. ‘The result is quite out of proportion with the efforts I make,’ he writes to his close friend Jocelyn Herbert, ‘so unfitted am I to direct actors.’ But the resolution was short-lived. Theatre work continued to preoccupy him, as both director and playwright, throughout the 1970s, leading to some of his most formally innovative plays – Not I, That Time and Footfalls, among others – and the production of several television plays. It was also a period in which some of his most lyrically evocative prose was written, including the remarkable Company, rich in autobiographical detail from Beckett’s own childhood, and the spectrally strange Ill Seen Ill Said, a deeply moving distillation of loss and bereavement conveyed through flickering images of an ‘old so dying woman’ straying across the encroaching whiteness of a wintry landscape.